Kitty Cats (Eddworld inspired story)

Were Here Edd

TW~Soft Gore

LAST TIME
"If Edd is dead I'm blaming myself! No one can stop me! I shouldn't have left!!" I said basically becoming a ball. I felt some one -or some cat TORD stop discriminating against cats. Gosh ~oof sorry back to the story <I'm not sorry>~
Tom snuggled up to me. I snuggled back. I found this hilarious.

NOW
TORD POV

I almost fell asleep. Key word ALMOST. Right before I drip off into a dark nightmare filled 'dream' all I heard was "TORD GET UP!! EDDS AWAKE!!!! CAN YOU BELIVE IT!!" he screamed running around. I groaned sitting up. I look down at Tom. He was even more annoyed than I was. Maybe he fell asleep.

~~Tome Skap weth derpy LaIlA ~[•p•]/~~

We were at the hospital in seconds. Matt threw the doors open. Running to the front desk. I had my hood up and Tom in my hoodie pocket. Even if it wasn't to warmest. It was cold outside. Cold in the hospital. It smells like they tried to cover the smell of death. Outside it just smells like death. I sigh following behind slowly. We enter a room with Edd in the middle bed; and two on either side of him. One was empty and had the curtain open. That must have been Matt's.
"So when they say you could leave!?" Matt said-no screamed.
"Well they most likely half a month," Edd said. They got lucky... Tom was poking at me to get my attention. I dropped there conversation.
"Yes?" I whispered at Tom. He nodded to the bed blocked by the curtain. That must be where he was. I move quietly as I went over to the curtain. Not grabbing there attention I went the 'room' before looking at Tom's body. Oh...oh... that's not good.
I felt Tom hide his head in the pocket.
I walked over to his body. There was head wrapping around his head. Blood was still on the sheets. His arm from what I could see got hit two times. I moved the sheet. Four in his legs. I moved him to see any other bullet wounds. Without seeing -you know what.- He got shot 10 times.
"Tord?" Matt asked from the 'room' over.
"Where he go?" Edd ask.
"No clue... So is Tom on the side opposite of this?" Matt asked.
"Yep! Though I don't know how many times he was shot. I got hit 3 times. Just got my head really hard," Edd said. Matt was about to say he was gonna  come see Tom.
"No need," I said blankly walking out of the other 'room.' "He got a head injury. He got shot... he got shot 10 times."
It went quite. "W-what?" Edd asked m.
"You heard me Edd....sorry that was rude and uncalled for," I said making eye contact with Tom.
"Nah it's fine..." Edd said. The resume there conversation. Tom jumped out of my hoodie and went over to Edd.

1/2 Month later
Edd got out of the hospital. I got my new room. Pat and Paul be here by the end of the month. Tom still is a cat.

~~Tord~~

1 Month later
Tom is acting weird. When we ask if he's okay he looks behind us. Never in the eyes. Matt said he's mad for us for leaving the house the other day without him. Pat and Paul gets here. They say that there's a high chance of death by just looking at his 'body.'

~~Tord~~

2 Months later
Haven't seen/heard anything from Pat and Paul. We are staring to worry. Tom still refuses to look at us. Sometimes he stays in one place for a while at a time.

~~Tord~~

3 Months later
Tom acts like he did nothing for almost to months. He acted as if he looked at us for that whole time. I asked if he was okay and he looked confused. As if he was thinking why wouldn't I?

~~Tord~~

4 Months later
It started again... Tom won't look at us, randomly looks at random places for hours. Now-now sometimes he refuses to eat. He isn't getting any better. It's scaring us. I decided to go online and look it up.

~~Tord~~

5 Months later
I found nothing online. Tom won't eat unless he is going to die. Same with water. He stays in his cat bed and looks at one place for hours at a time. You can get in front of him and he'll still continue. If he's not doing that he's eating, drinking (water), or sleeping.

~~Tord~~

6 Months later
Pat and Paul got back to me. They say they don't know if he's going to live. I-I can't help but think this is my fault. Tom only sleep,eat,drinks,etc as needed. All the other times he's staring. I can't help but have a bad feeling. If I didn't leave to talk to him, we wouldn't be in this mess. No matter what I will still feel like this is my fault.

~~Tord~~

....7 something... hap-
What- T- N- my fault- Ma- E- ITS MY FAULT! Ple- I- so- to- w- please-

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~don't kill yourselves it doesn't stop the pain just gives it to someone else~

Thanks for reading ~Lonely
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